Lurkin (Remix) lyrics - Funkmaster Flex & King Von (feat. Polo G)

[King Von {Funkmaster Flex}:]
{Ha-ha, grr}
Von, Von, Von (That hard, BMC)

[King Von:]
Young nigga, twenty-six, never had a job (Huh?)
They never gave a nigga shit, so I had to rob
I was walking niggas down, they ain't have a car (Yeah)
Too fast, I get on your ass, you ain't getting far (Boom)
Too sad, he was talking bad, now he in the stars (Boom)
Who is that? We don't give a fuck, he ain't one of ours
Switch the car, hit 'em high (Whoa), get caught, play it smart
Find you out, you will stop, hit the gas, living large (Uh)

Damn, you know we ain't squashing no beef (No beef)
My dog got dumped in the middle of the road
We leaving this shit in the streets (Boom, boom)
Got some shorties outside and they're lurking for me, uh (Huh?)
They ain't lurking for free (Yeah)
Got some shorties outside and they won't go to sleep
Huh, what? 'Cause this how they eat

[Polo G:]
Uh, young nigga, twenty-two, ten Ms up
2021, X7, fuck a Benz truck
Twenty-four shots in his FN tucked
Playing, at the Heaven gates is where he gon' end up
If I'm coming in your club, then I brought the Glock
Opps pull up, they won't make it out the parking lot
My little nigga keep shooting 'til his target drop
Treat his head like a cig when we spark his top
I be feeling like I'm still in the field
Pipe clutching while I'm whipping the wheel
I can't tell my little hitters to chill
I'm from the 'Raq, where the killers get killed
Like "Where he at?" Now his shit getting spilled
This is all facts, shit I'm spitting is real
Ain't no drive-bys, walking up on the drill
Charged for a homicide, praying for an appeal
Was broke, stuck in the hood, now I live in the hills

[King Von:]
Damn, you know we ain't squashing no beef (No beef)
My dog got dumped in the middle of the road
We leaving this shit in the streets (Boom, boom)
Got some shorties outside and they're lurking for me, uh (Huh?)
They ain't lurking for free (Yeah)
Got some shorties outside and they won't go to sleep
Huh, what? 'Cause this how they eat

But lately, I been tryna be cool (Cool)
'Cause I know the kids, they watch what I do (Damn)
And I know the feds, they're watching me too (Huh?)
But niggas ain't stopping me, I'm sending this bitch to the moon
We shoot them boys fast, say, "Give 'em a broom" (Damn)
This one for Patoon (Boom)
If you ain't see his ass, you'll see him at noon (Uh-huh, what?)
Put him on the news (Boom, boom)
This how it go (You know how it go)
Better keep your pole (Better keep your pole)
Better not move slow (Not move slow)
Boys on a roll (Them boys on a)
Them boys tried to score (Them boys tried to score)
Boys ain't gon' go (Boys ain't gon' go)
That boy ain't no ho (That boy ain't no ho)
I'm letting you know, I'm letting you know

Damn, you know we ain't squashing no beef (No beef)
My dog got dumped in the middle of the road
We leaving this shit in the streets (Boom, boom)
Got some shorties outside and they're lurking for me, uh (Huh?)
They ain't lurking for free (Yeah)
Got some shorties outside and they won't go to sleep
Huh, what? 'Cause this how they eat

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